Chapter 14 #2
She was shaking so hard her arms barely held her when he kneeled between her spread legs and settled his cock at her asshole — and immediately buried himself to the hilt in a single brutal thrust, stretching her sore, empty hole wide open around his thick length.
She’d wanted this all day, but in this moment, it was an overload she was no longer capable of processing.
Some part of her brain realized the day had well and truly brought her to this moment, but she could only remain on all fours and…
and that was it. She knew it was happening, but her capacity to experience it was warped.
The dual TENS pains faded a moment, and she felt his dick pistoning in her ass at the forefront, but then the electricity came back and her entire focus was once again on her clit and pussy — not just the sharp shocks and waves, but the way those waves made her inner muscles contract and spasm, seizing around both the dildo and his dick.
She tried to move, but yanked the chain attached to the teeth biting into her nipples and clit, and she heard someone wailing long before she realized it was her.
The TENS eased a little and she was once more aware he was fucking her like a caveman, with hard, deep, punishing strokes that yanked the chain between nipples and clit with every snap of his hips.
The electricity never settled into a rhythm. Sometimes it was a low, teasing hum. Sometimes it spiked hard enough to make her scream while her lower body convulsed and cramped.
Every time she started to climb toward orgasm he either slowed his thrusts or the TENS lit her up so intensely the pleasure short-circuited into pure overload. She hovered right on the edge, frantic and desperate, her body begging for release while he kept denying it.
Every muscle was trembling, every nerve screaming, and still he fucked her ass like he owned it, hips slamming, cock stretching her wide while the electricity kept her clit and cunt in constant, merciless torment, and the chain yanked the teeth in her nipples and clit.
He held her chest harness for leverage while he pounded her, and she was a mess, every muscle trembling from exhaustion and overstimulation while she needed him to fuck her harder, faster.
And he did. It felt as if he fucked her forever, but he wouldn’t let her come.
She was right there more times than she could count.
Right on the edge, but he wouldn’t let her fall.
He’d slow down when she was close, or the electricity would crank all the way up and she’d lose it. Every. Damned. Time.
When he finally came, he buried himself deep and growled so low she felt the vibrations of it while he emptied himself inside her ass — thick, hot pulses she could feel even through the haze.
His cock jerked and throbbed, filling her while the TENS fired random bursts against her clit and inside her pussy.
She cried into the hood — huge, needy sobs she couldn’t stop, and they had nothing to do with pain.
She’d been brought to the edge so many times over the long day, she’d lost count, her body strung so tight for so long, need had stopped being a feeling and become a physical fact, like hunger, like thirst, like the need for air.
And now he was coming inside her, and the TENS was firing and her clit was swollen and desperate and screaming, and she still couldn’t get there.
The sobs tearing from her psyche were the exclusive, humiliating, unstoppable tears of a body that had been promised something over and over and over, and kept having it snatched away at the last possible second.
Pure, desperate, animal frustration.
She was so close. So fucking close. And he still wouldn’t let her come.
When he pulled his cock from her ass, she realized the electricity had stopped, and she breathed in relief, but that tugged on her nipples and clit, and a whine escaped.
She felt his hand between her legs, and then the clamp was gone, and she screamed once again because the return of blood to tissue that’s been compressed and bitten for too long just fucking hurts.
Whether he did it to be cruel or kind, she didn’t know, but he removed the next two in rapid fashion, and then held her in place when she nearly toppled to her side.
She was still shaking when he gathered her up, cradling her to him as before, and she folded completely into him.
She had no idea which direction he walked her, but based on the height and softness, she thought he might have put her into his bed.
He arranged her on her back, possibly on a wedge, and then the headphones lifted away. Suddenly, she could hear him breathing. His heartbeat.
She felt him working the laces on the hood, the leather loosening around her skull, the pressure releasing in increments.
Straps released, and finally, he lifted it away.
This wasn’t her first rodeo, so she had her eyes squeezed tight, but when she slowly relaxed them, she realized the room was dark.
Perhaps the sadistic parts of the evening were over — the thought was both a relief and a disappointment.
She kept her hands at her side, where he’d put them. She wouldn’t act as if the scene was over until he said it was so.
Also, she hadn’t come yet, and he hadn’t mentioned long-term orgasm denial as a kink. Within a scene, sure, but not beyond. She hoped that meant the evening wasn’t over.
He reached for the earplugs, easing them out one at a time, and the room filled with the small sounds she’d been sealed away from all day — the faint creak of the bed, the wind moving through the trees, an owl in the distance.
The world.
“No words,” he said quietly. “Not yet.”